Under The Oak Tree Comic Novels & Stories

⇜ ♡♡♡ ⇝ DARVIN. I leaned my body against the tree as I lit my cigarette. My eyes roamed around the forest grounds. Felix, Katya, Nicole, Zahra, and Leandro went inside the pack house to have their own group while the rest settled on the big bonfire inside the forest just south of the pack house. Everyone was seated around a bonfire that the Beta lit up and was enjoying alcoholic drinks except for Sofia and Luna Nadia. My heart clenched at the sight of my sisters.

With a gesture from Dad, I slipped behind the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, my heart pounding in sync with the unseen pulse of the night. As Dad moved stealthily through the underbrush, the air grew taut with anticipation. He emerged into a moonlit clearing, and there, amidst the haunting beauty of the woods, he confronted the unexpected source of disturbance—his best friend, Damian, the Beta of the pack. As soon as he saw that it was Damian, he breathed out a breath of fresh air. "Damian, it's you... What brought you here?" Dad inquired, the frosty breath of his words visible in the cold air. "Tonight is the Alpha's hunting day. You, of all people, know the rules. What's the meaning of

“Yeah. I did.” A quiet falls over us again, but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s full. Full of things unsaid but deeply felt. Then Oliver chuckles under his breath. I turn to him. “What?” He grins. “You see that tree over there?” He points to a crooked one leaning too close to the water. “I once tried to impress someone by climbing it. Ended up slipping, falling straight into the river, and flashing an entire canoe of tourists my underwear.” I snort. “No.”

What kind of charm did this tree have? Xylo locked the front door and covered the tree with a large black bag. He said to the tree, “Locust, those people don’t deserve to see you.” People kept knocking on the door. When no one answered, the crowd outside started insulting Xylo. “You’re embarrassed, right? Then, why did you harass a tree? I bet the bark of the tree is smooth now.” “Mr. Green, isn’t what you’re doing to the tree illegal? Can you explain the law to us?”

One of them is being supported by the other two. “I told you we would have been better off chasing after those SP students!” said the injured one. “Too late for that now,” snapped the other, “We don’t even know where they disappeared to!” As the three of them entered the woods, they took cover behind one of the tall oak trees and paused to catch their breath. “Did we loose them?” asked the third member of their squad. “I hope so—“ The branches of the oak tree suddenly reached down to them, pinning them to the trunk. The three try to squirm away, but as they raise their weapons to retaliate, three sharp thorns were fired towards their chests which broke their tokens right away.

We just stood, holding hands and enjoying the cool breeze and of course, the sweet melody of the birds. Then Nicholas’ lips twisted. I knew he was about to break the awkward silence. Goodness. Relief washed over me. “ Do you have any idea what this tree represents in the world of werewolves?” He arched his brows. “ I'm sure you must have heard about it” I nodded confidently.”Moonbark oak tree” My lips shivered. “Good” Nicholas gave me credit. “ Do you know its significance?” He asked and I narrowed my eyes to the trees, scanning it studiously. I have heard a lot about the tree; how mystical it was in the world of the werewolves.

The time I was wasting. Evans was still out there. I straightened and stepped over the unconscious outlaws, looking around. I noticed it then. A tree. In the center of the clearing, there was a single, enormous oak. The wood underneath was scarred with something that made my stomach turn, and its bark was split. Blood. Not merely splashed. Not merely smeared. **Sculpted.** Three sharp, deep phrases that seemed to have been sunk like inhuman claws into the wood.

Then Amber felt it too. “What is that?” “I think the tree is trying to communicate with us.” “What?” Amber looked shocked. “Let’s just go see.” Isabella continued up to the top and stood under the tall oak. She looked at the leaves and half rotten acorns around its base. “It’s a black oak.” She whispered to Amber. “How can you tell?” “You have to look at the leaves and the acorns. Those are black oak leaves and acorns.” “Okay.” Amber looked up at the tree.

The voice called out from across, and then he began to walk towards us. "I would be waiting then," Nico turned to leave. "Hey man, you coming?" I recognised the face from the night in the cave. He was one of them. Nico turned to see me in shock. He understood that I could recognise his friend also, and then he gave me a look that warned me not to tell anyone about their secret. ****** Under the cover of darkness, I stood beneath the old oak tree, its gnarled branches reaching out like protective arms. My heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and a feeling of fear, against something that might happen as I waited for Nico.

Suddenly, they were all healed. Meanwhile in a different scene, The other faceless figure, the one who had ventured into the forest, moved with a quiet determination through the dense undergrowth. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, but the air was heavy with a sense of foreboding. The figure walked with a strong sense of determination towards a specific tree, an ancient oak bearing strange orange fruit. He reached out and gently placed his moon chain against the trunk of the tree. The forest floor trembled. The surrounding trees seemed to sway in unison, as if acknowledging a powerful presence of the moon chain.